Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Dreams

Murder, murder, nigga
Murder, murder, bitch

People say I remind of Michael
Myers, rippin' niggas up pliers like I'm psycho
Smash 'em with the on, KILL 'EM
Then hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my tank up with nitro
nobody fuckin' with me when I was dead broke
A bum sleepin' on a park bench with to smoke
I would ask can I just take a toke
And everyone of you would all try to get ghost

And now all the sudden niggas wanna act like they my best
Roll blunts up for the shows and free bottles of
You can find a nigga with a up in the back
And that's some bullshit I fuckin' with
Drunk a big pump, 'bout to sin
Hit a with the one-two like I'm Popeye off spinach
Always the one poppin' it out, stop till I'm finished
Humphrey Bogart, I go hard, niggas think they so hard
I reach up in they soul and 'em show me they limits

Walkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm there
With a chainsaw, you look you just saw a ghost
Everybody and they mama know, I will go
All up into your spot and be the most
Bloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, gorilla shit
Really get my off when the sawed off's just killin' shit
Black mamba venomous, like an orangutan
Bangin' all you with this silverback gorilla shit

Ugly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor with wordplay
Annoying as them niggas in malls askin' you for (surveys)
Run up in you and hit you in the way
And I don't really a shit if it's your motherfuckin' birthday
Never gave a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'
People at me everyday for the new shit, they fiendin'
Quit daydreamin'
Twisted Insane to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!

I am the Demon!